I drink a good-sized tumbler of coffee every morning, straight black. I spilled about ¾ of it over my desk just before writing this. It went everywhere. There was a loud clunk.
‘Ha! You okay over there?’ Joel, the guy who sits in the cube next to me, said.
‘Yeah, I just… Yeah, I’m fine.’
I then proceeded to go to the bathroom to get paper towels, with an annoyed head rush like what the frick, what the frick…
Then, at the sink, I realized that it was kind of fun to deal with this low level crisis. I was annoyed but also exhilarated at the inconvenience. The beginnings of my days are usually uneventful, peaceful coffee sipping and email answering.
Then I thought of GK Chesterton:
“An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.”
© Daniel Douglas